Seeing it, Lein felt anger. He didn't know what enraged him more: that the demon had used a child's body as a disguise, or that his mother had been harmed. Or maybe… what angered him was that he was almost not angry at all.
«No! I'm human and capable of anger too—especially at you, bastard!» — as if he were justifying himself.
But the truth was cruel. One step toward darkness had stripped him of many feelings. He killed without remorse. He looked at others' deaths with indifference. And now he looked at the child… the same way, without emotion.
Only now did he understand: the price of power had been too high. To kill monsters and protect those close to him, he himself had had to become a monster.
«I!.. Wait… calm down. So what if I lose my humanity? The main thing is to protect those dear to me. As long as I… protect them, I'm human.»
